Luyện nghe bài hát We Got That

(The Ryders)
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(Double R, baby)
Flame on,
Cmon, cmon,

Aiyyo, yall niggas take too long them up in duct tape
Me, I just make sure they stomp like crush
I make the shed a tear
Give em a gun, if I had two right
Two over there, fuck playin

Yall niggas like loose leaf paper, easy to
Drag just that up and get it outta here
think, yall goin from heaven to hell?
Yall aint goin

But in the same town on the same ground
And I dont care how you it up
I even got dead niggas up
You can bet, I diggin you up
Them niggas bust guns to make niggas run by me

I squeeze with one eye and one closed and focus
The one open is at the tip of the
When it blows, yall so pimps die hoes
Dont bite or flows, just air mark
Snap with a finger, have yall wanted in dead

Anything dealin with dough, we got that
Cock back, in position for combat
Stand clear, all yall cowards have warned
Duck, nigga, run for your life, we

Anything thats dealin with dough, we got
Cock back, hold in position for
clear, all yall cowards have been warned
Duck, nigga, run for life, we airborne

Yo, yo, aiyyo, who the fuck you spit mean?
Same that tried to put Irv Gotti teams
Since I had a snotty
Was taught to die in a red
Never ask when I cash
Im a customer, I your cream

Soldier, cross over, on my door
Wit Jehovah, huh, know the over
Im causing retirements
you blast last when Im firing
Dyin in the blood you in

Went the full house to the raw house
To niggas tryin to rip my out
Try it now, nigga, blow jaw out
You want my gun to go pow, pow

Well, Ima have your the same color
As a tongue of a chow, chow,
These aint water pistols, they shoot missiles
And when I set em off, they scar your to the grissle

Only I knew how it was come
Put up in your baby mom, for your son
Im everyone

thats dealin with dough, we got that
Cock back, in position for combat
Stand clear, all yall have been warned
Duck, nigga, run for your life, we

Anything thats dealin dough, we got that
Cock back, hold in position for
Stand clear, all yall cowards have been
Duck, nigga, run for your life, we

Uh, Im psychologically fucked up, know the
See, Is sick, throwin up and [unverified] gook
Poof, me gone, I for the death of my mother
Until I worked up and hugged her and her that I loved her

Sick sin, my ink pen stay in the
Crown me king, I spit through the of a fiend
Golden ice, I stole for the of my wife
Then she ran out and me, and po-po pump me

Came home, of as the king of my throne
Back to Roleys, back to smokin with Coley
My demo was better than a lot of records
Bed your ass, calm down, so let the gun go

I murdered quick for dough
Hit em up fast, them die extra slow
I lock shop when I come with the blue tops
Smokin a ooh, whop, with all glocks

Anything thats dealin dough, we got that
Cock back, in position for combat
Stand clear, all yall cowards been warned
Duck, nigga, run for your life, we

Anything dealin with dough, we got that
Cock back, hold in position for
Stand clear, all cowards have been warned
Duck, nigga, run for life, we airborne

Anything thats with dough, we got that
Cock back, hold in for combat
Stand clear, all yall cowards have been
Duck, nigga, run for life, we airborne

Anything thats dealin dough, we got that
Cock back, hold in position for
Stand clear, all yall cowards have been
Duck, nigga, run for your life, we

See now, there it go, got it
The East Coast, West collabo
Warren G doin it with my niggas the Ruff Ryders
Eve, my nigga
Yeah, thats how we doin it, like that for
In the 99